Face of Appalachia

Being born in blocks of buildings with a subway lullaby
When I dreamed of Appalachia it was dreams that had to die

Coal trains wailing, banjos failing
Sounds escaping through the night
Oh, the face of Appalachia was there in that cold, grey apartment light
In that cold, grey apartment light

Oh, I would fashion
I'd imagine somewhere steep with a waterfall
Wild birds sing to a five string, bouncing music off the mountains walls

Coal trains wailing, banjos failing
Sounds escaping through the door
Oh, the face of Appalachia, she was changing, that's for sure
She was changing, that's for sure

Grandpa made me quite a promise for the day I came of age
He said he'd walk through Appalachia, Northern Georgia up to Mainе

Dreadful sorry, my beloved
Such a promisе he could not keep
All my dreams of Appalachia, they were just an old man's memory
Just an old man's memory